Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.